Life is Precious
Life is precious. How do I know? Love.
People hate on love and I get it. I’ve in some way or another hated it too. I wouldn’t have known the words to explain it. Though each time I fell in love or felt deeply the love within me and that feeling faded, changed, shattered, crumbled. I blamed myself for having broken it. It, being the love. We all do it.
Love is painful. It cuts us deep especially during a deep rooted connection. Funny thing is when it is done we like to demonize it or angelfy it. Until, we realize that those messy and wonderful moments are what made it so beautiful.
I sit in a pit of the messy and I want to only see the demons who are laying haphazardly around my house knocking over lamps and hysterically laughing at me and everyone around me. Little devils.
Children all over the world are being told over and over again through all types of messages that love isn’t enough. It is a broken system. All there is is pain.
Teenagers all over the world are being told over and over again through all types of messages that love isn’t enough. It is a broken system. All there is is pain.
Adults all over the world are being told over and over again through all types of messages that love isn’t enough. It is a broken system. All there is is pain.
Elders all over the world are being told over and over again through all types of messages that love isn’t enough. It is a broken system. All there is is pain.
We have evidence to prove that there is pain everywhere. At every point in time. We want people to remember it so it doesn’t happen again. I always thought about that when we relearned information about the Holocaust. We taught it so it wouldn’t happen again. Unaware that genocides were happening while I was learning and have continued on even now as I speak.
So how is there hope. Well we know there is because as soon as love floods into our system even if it is only for a second our system gets a rock. A mother rocking a child in her arms, singing a lullaby that everything is alright. “Hush little baby don’t you cry.”
Sometimes when I get to writing these posts I feel like Shakespeare or any famous artist who had all these ideas of how to better the world and make a more beautiful and bright place. In the midst feeling depressed, anxious and confused through all the ups and downs of excitement to defeat. Yet what I see makes a strong, successful leader and artist is when they continue their search and spread love along the way to make it brighter and easier and better for the lives around them.
I don’t have an invention but I have powerful thoughts and words that are changing the minds of millions of people. I don’t have exceptional talent but I have a spirit that ignites in the moonlight and changes the thoughts and words that millions of people choose to think or say. I don’t have a medical degree but i have experiences that have taught me powerful lessons on self healing and love that will transform the lives of millions into loving, accepting, cherishing, and showcasing their true authentic selves.
I could write about love a million times over. It would all have a similar message yet the choice of words would paint a different picture. That is what each of our lives are capable of and we do it multiple times within a lifetime. We are naturally made to cycle through and go over again and again. Some call it OCD and some call it the cycle of life. And each cycle though familiar is always different taking you into a new portal of love.
Remember that each time it will take you higher. Put your fear into your backpack and let Dora the Explorer call out to it when you need the road mat to your treasure. Swiper will always be there to cramp your style but Dora the Explorer never frets too long. With a firm repetitive yell “Swiper no swiping, Swiper no swiping, Swiper no swiping” you will have whatever you think is trying to take from your life to get the hell away. Dora always makes it to her destination and she always has help.